Silent Night

"... joys and laughs of past-time seasons
will torture when alone."

There will be no celebrations,
the barren won't let go...
glass of hope is dry and cracked
when desperation's all you know.
Gathered dimes feel like a treasure
during days that are this tight...
it's hard to smile when feeling worthless
on a starless... silent night.

There are no presents wrapped in love,
decorations are not home...
joys and laughs of past-time seasons
will torture when alone.
Family, and friends you'd cherished
will echo in sound and sight...
ghostly blurs that are relentless
on a lonely... silent night.

There'll be no feast upon the table,
no fire burning bold...
the emptiness a crushing weight
when the heart is dead and cold.
End-result of what you've fostered
is a soul of char and blight...
the bitter taste of fear and heartache
on a hollow... silent night.

About Stone...
Known in many (albeit small) online circles over the past 15 years, Stone Bryson is a poet, storyteller, and essayist. He is working on various writing projects, and lives what he describes as an 'analog life.' He resides in Jackson County, Missouri.

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That which rules the night... passion, death and heartache, recklessness, raw emotion and uncompromising freedom, the conspiratorial, the spiritual and the paranormal - is also what makes verse worth reading.